


Something Wicked This Way Comes

by Turtle_ier



Series: You May Not Rest Now (there is something nearby) [3]
Category: SMP Live (Minecraft), SMP live, SMPLive
Genre: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Friendship, Gen, Halloween, Spooky, Supernatural Elements
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-09-08
Updated: 2019-09-09
Packaged: 2020-10-12 19:50:11
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,688
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20569922
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Turtle_ier/pseuds/Turtle_ier
Summary: Techno, Connor, Schlatt, Carson and Ted all try to figure out what to do now that they've seen something else in Mr Pete's old house, but it just feels like with every step they take, something, or someone, wants to get in their way.Excerpt:“So,” Connor began, “Techno. Your house is haunted.”Techno sighed. “There’s gotta be a better explanation. We were seeing things, it was a reflection, not… not a ghost or whatever.”“Demon,” Carson piped in.“Dee-mon,” Ted mimicked.





	1. Wilbur, Pete, and Ted in a sheet

Schlatt’s house was second closest to Pete’s, just two roads away, and so all five of them hauled up in his living room as the night drew in and the rain finally decided to make it worth their while - coming down in sheets across their town and wailing on Schlatt’s roof like someone that desperately wanted to come inside. Inside, however, Schlatt helped gather the sofa cushions and blankets to take back up to his room, where the other four were waiting for him. 

Although it was warm in his house, the mixture of the weather outside and the cold sweat dripping down his back did everything it could to make him feel unwelcome in his own home. He had to admit that having the others talking in audible whispers upstairs helped settle him, because as usual his mother was away on a business trip, so he had the house to himself. 

If the others didn't want to stay, he’d have some problems trying to stay calm while home alone. 

Hurrying back to his room, he nudged the door open with his foot and slid through the threshold, immediately dumping all of his gathered linen onto Ted, who sat in his armchair, now buried. 

“Dude,” he said, reaching for his glasses, “I know you offered a blanket, but I didn't think you meant _the rest of the house!_” 

Schlatt shrugged and jumped on the bed, also accidently jumping on Techno, who squawked. He waved his arm vaguely, “Pass them around, dude. I’m sure everyone wants one.” 

Carson, without being passed one, just snatched one as soon as Schlatt finished. 

There was a moment of silence.

“So,” Connor began, “Techno. Your house is haunted.” 

“That isn't my house.”

“Okay, your dad’s house is haunted.”

Techno sighed. “There’s gotta be a better explanation. We were seeing things, it was a reflection, not… not a _ghost _or whatever.”

“Demon,” Carson piped in. 

“Dee-mon,” Ted mimicked.

“Stop making Buzzfeed references here, dude, we’re being serious.” 

“Okay, well,” Ted leaned up in his fortress of blankets, taking the time to look at them all, “Whatever it is, what are we going to do about it? Are we gonna go in again? Are we going to be Ghostbusters and go in there guns blazing? We don't _have_to do anything about it. Techno, didn't you say your dad was going to demolish it anyway?”

“He was planning to,” he admitted, “But he also mentioned renovation. He said the foundations are still good.”

“Not with a flooded basement, they're not,” Connor said, looking bitter. 

He leant against the wall below Schlatt’s window, keeping his legs tucked to his chest and his eyes on the floor. Out of all of them, Connor was probably the one who least looked forward to going home that night or the next morning, since his house was just opposite Mr Pete’s old place. Schlatt could sympathize a little, since he could see the tip of the roof from his back garden, even if it was only a little, he still felt the eerie, not quite right feeling that came from the house’s very presence. He couldn't imagine seeing it every day on his way to school, especially now that he knew something was wrong with it, whatever that something may be.

“Maybe we should talk to Pete,” Carson suggested, “Wilbur’s mom knows him. He goes to her spin class on Wednesdays.”

“How do you know that?”

“I know because Wilbur always complains about Pete giving his mom liquorice to give to him.”

“Liquorice is great though,” Techno mumbled, still being used as a mattress by Schlatt.

“One out of six agrees liquorice is great. Sorry, Techno, you’ve been out voted.” 

“So, wait, I’m confused,” said Connor, “What will talking to Pete do?” 

“He’ll be able tell us if shit was going down when he still lived there.” 

There was a series of murmurs. 

“So,” Ted said, looking like he was chewing over his words, “Wilbur?”

Carson nodded.

“How the fuck do we talk to Wilbur?”

Techno rested his hand against the locker, trapping Wilbur between him and the sheet of metal, and he looked down on the shorter teen like he was ready to eat him alive. It would have been quite threatening if Schlatt hadn't been watching him over Techno’s shoulder with an almost child-like curiosity. Wilbur, however, wasn't exactly confident with dealing with Schlatt either. 

“T-Techno,” He sputtered, “What-”

“Listen,” he began, “We both know that you haven't done anything here, but there is something that I,” he looked over his shoulder at Schlatt, “_We_need from you.” 

Wilbur held onto the strap of his guitar like a lifeline, trying to look around Schlatt and Techno for either a way out or help, but neither came. “What do you, uh, need?” 

“What we need, Wilbur,” Schlatt faked his confidence again, coming a little closer to the trapped individual in question, “Is contact with Mr Pete.”

All of Wilbur’s fear evaporated.

“What? Why?”

Techno began his well-rehearsed speech. 

“My dad owns Mr Pete’s old house - the spooky one in the cul de sac - and the other day when Schlatt, Connor and I were digging around in there we found an old box in the basement. We couldn't get it open, and we figured we’d ask Pete if there was any point to opening it.”

“We’re all the same here,” Schlatt said, snaking over to Wilbur’s other side, effectively trapping him in further, “We just want you to put a word in, is all. Ask him if he can speak to us.”

Wilbur still looked confused. 

“Okay?”

“Tell him it was Connor asking, too. He couldn't make it -”

“-He has an after-hours art class, you see -”

“-And he wanted to be here, since he lives so close.”

Still holding onto his guitar, Wilbur stood bewildered between them.

“Can you do that for us, Wilbur?”

“Sure?”

“Great.” Techno finally removed his hand from the locker, giving Wilbur some room to actually breathe. 

“So, what do I tell him? I mean, how do I word it?” Wilbur fiddled with the strap to his guitar case.

“Just tell him that Connor wants to catch up. You know Connor, right?” 

“Not real-”

“That’s not the point,” Schlatt interrupted, “The point is that Mr Pete knows Connor. And you know Mr Pete.”

Wilbur nodded, and Techno and Schlatt took a step back. 

“Get Pete to text Connor when you’ve asked,” Schlatt continued, “and we’ll get you something for your time tomorrow.”

Wilbur gulped, nodded, and left at a speed just short of a run.

“Connor! It’s great to see you and your friends. Come in, come in. Wilbur mentioned you wanted to talk.” 

Mr Pete ushered Connor, Carson and Ted into his cosy living room, taking the time to shut the door behind them and take their coats. Connor didn't look too bothered about it, but Ted and Carson reluctantly let themselves be attended to with a grace obviously gained from visiting their grandparents, but unfortunately that grace wasn't enough to stop their obvious discomfort.

“Sit down, I’ve got tea, if you are all interested.” 

“Thanks Mr Pete,” Connor said for all of them, “and thanks for letting me know that you could meet up.”

“You are very welcome, Connor, and you too, Ted and Carson. Now,” he rested the tray of lemon and green tea on the coffee table, knocking the little pot of liquorice to one side, “I have to ask, what brings you three young gentlemen here to visit me today?”

“It’s, uh,” Ted began, “it’s a bit hard to explain.”

“Oh?”

Carson leaned forward in his seat, looking at Pete over the tea, “Techno let us into your old house the other day, just to check it out.”

“Schlatt and I thought we saw someone in there on Saturday.”

“And we swear we saw someone in there when we all went, but not like a _real _person.”

Pete considered this. “A phantom, you mean?”

“Yeah, we guess.” 

Leaning back in his chair, Pete lifted his mug of tea to his lips and drank, looking between the three teens. The clock ticked on the wall, and the wind outside his window rustled the leaves of the bushes outside, but for a moment none of them made any noise before Pete continued his train of thought.

“Well, that house is very old now. A few generations must have lived there before I happened upon it, but while I was living there, I never _saw _anything; keyword being saw. There a few signs of it just being an old house: creaking floorboards when no one was walking over them, cold spots, doors moving with the slightest breeze, but nothing serious. No appearances or whispers, but I suppose those other signs could also be associated with paranormal activity.” 

“I’m surprised you're taking us seriously,” Connor admitted, “I thought you would laugh at us.”

“I like to think of myself as an open minded individual, Connor, and truth be told, I wouldn't be surprised if the dead could still think of the living. I also wouldn't be surprised, if there was a ghost in that house, that the decay of it would make them appear more often - you don't get ghosts in fancy old houses, after all.”

“That’s very true.”

“Anyway! Connor, tell me about your mother! Is she doing ok? She mentioned that you were thinking about going to college. When I was your age, I-”

Connor spared a glance at Carson and Ted, who looked between Mr Pete and Connor with a mixture of glee and horror. Pete didn't stop, unconcerned with the 

‘Will he...?’ Ted made the mouth movements but not the sounds.

Connor nodded.

‘How long?’ Carson mouthed.

He held up three fingers.

‘Hours?’

Connor nodded again.

‘Fuck.’


	2. Toxxic, a Slurpee Haul, and The Thing in the Wall

“What took you so long?” Schlatt straightened up, pulling his jacket down over his waist and looking at the three of them as they emerged from the overgrown path next to the gas station. Carson dragged himself through last, looking like he was half asleep, while Ted and Connor were fidgety, looked frustrated, and looked like they had been through something traumatic.

“Don't ask,” Connor snapped.

Techno had the decency to look worried.

“Did something happen?” He asked.

“No, no, nothing of worth.”

“I didn't know Pete knew me when I was a kid,” Ted said, looking to the floor, “I didn't know he knew so many stories.” 

“Dude,” Carson whines, “at least he didn't have video.” 

Schlatt sucked a breath through his teeth. “Right,” he said, trying to move them on, “What did he say, then?”

Connor grabbed Techno’s Slurpee and drank it in spite of the taller teen’s protests, then said, “Pete wouldn't be surprised if the place was haunted. It’s an old house and it made noises and whatever when he lived there. What was interesting is that he had a theory that the house would get more haunted as it aged and became more and more broken.” 

“Okay, so what do we do about it?”

All of them looked between one another. No one said anything.

“Great.” 

“Hang on, I have an idea,” Ted spoke up.

“Yeah?”

“What if we get a, like, shaman, or something.”

“What the fuck, Ted.” 

Carson laughed, “Yeah, like one of those goth girls from the library.” 

Connor looked up from his Slurpee-hostage, blurting out, “Wait! That could work!” 

They all looked at him, but for once he didn't shrink away. “I know someone,” he said, “I know someone that might help us.”

A series of doubtful voices spoke out.

“Are you sure they're alive?”

“I thought you didn't know anyone, I mean, you didn't know me.”

“I thought I was the only person you knew in town?”

“Your mom doesn't count, Connor.”

Connor went red. “No, shut up, it’s not my mom,” he said, then yelled, “Don't look at me like that!” 

“Okay, so. If you help us…”

This was the fourth time Connor had gone over the same list, and at this point Schlatt was torn between doing two things: Tearing his hair out, or smashing his face into the bookshelves. Either would have been better than listening to Connor and Toxxic go over the same list again and again.

“If I help you,” Toxxic agreed, sitting prim and pretty with her knees up to her chest in the too small library chair, “You’ll buy me a Slurpee and do my maths homework for me.”

“_With_you,” Connor corrected. 

She waved her hand, the too-sharp purple nails almost scratching Ted’s eye out. “Same thing,” She said, and then stood.

She was also taller than Schlatt, but also taller than Connor and walked to the door to the library with a grace that could have only come from practice. Schlatt didn't know her at all, only really seeing her as ‘one of the goth girls’ when it came to her lavender and witch hazel scented crew. The fact that Connor knew her at all was surprising enough, but the fact that she was willing to go along with their tale and even join them was totally unexpected. 

“I’ll have to stop by my house and get some supplies, though. Witchery doesn't happen instantly, you know!” 

“I can imagine,” Carson said, looking after with a dreamy look in his eyes. Ted nudged his side. 

“Do you want to meet us at the house?” Techno asked, actually focusing on the situation.

“It’s cool if you want to come over,” She waved her clawed hand again, her bracelets knocking against one another, “I’m sure my mom won't mind, and anyway, I want to drop off my books.”

Connor and Techno quickly moved to follow her, with Schlatt, Carson and Ted hurrying behind them into the bitter early November wind. It wasn't a long walk - only a few streets away - until they came across a three story, white washed house, which Toxxic proceeded to waltz up the driveway of. 

“Mom?” She yelled as she entered, “Connor and his friends are here!” 

The inside of the house matched the near-pristine outsides, with white couches and pastel soft furnishings, and birch furniture with tasteful autumnal decorations placed here and there. Toxxic didn't fit in at all, really, with her dark clothing and personality, but either way, they followed her up the stairs and into her dark purple bedroom. Connor went right in, but the rest of them hovered outside, awkward. 

“So, is it just, like, a suspected haunting?” She asked, trailing her fingers over a collection of elaborate books, “Or do you know for sure there’s something there?”

“There’s something, we all saw a face through the window.”

“Uh huh, and do you know if it’s a ghost? Or something else?” 

“I don’t know, but the face looked pretty pissed off.”

“Right, right. Well, what do we want to do?”

“Huh?”

“Like, with the ghost. Do you want to talk to it? Do you want it gone?”

“Techno, what are we going to do with the ghost?” Connor asked through the door.

“It’s not a ghost! It’s something else!” 

“Oh, so _that’s_what’s going on,” She said, realising something, “You guys want definite proof, right? To make sure it wasn't just a reflection or a trick of the light.” 

Connor shrugged, “I guess,” he said, “But I also want it gone, kind of. I live opposite the house.”

“Oh, you do, don't you? I forgot about that. So!” She started going through drawers and over the things on her vanity, pulling out candles, a lighter, a pack of incense sticks, a box of chalk, a marker, her hairbrush, a pair of tweezers, a doll that looked like someone in Connor’s art class (Snag? Sneeg? He didn't know), and a lock of strawberry blonde hair. 

“Is that yours?” He had to ask, pointing to the little lock of hair. It was tied with a twist tie, and looked like it had seen better days.

“No,” She said, not elaborating at all. 

“Who’s… who’s is it?”

She considered him for a moment, not really showing anything on her face, before admitting, “You know that hot guy on the cricket team?” 

He thought for a second.

“Fitz?”

She nodded without shame.

“... Do I want to know?”

She shook her head. 

Connor blinked at her.

“Are you two done fucking?” Ted spoke through the door, voice loud in the sudden quietness of the room, “Or should we leave? I’m getting tired just waiting around…” 

Connor pulled the door to, and Toxxic dumped all her books onto her unmade bed before filling it with her witch supplies. “Yeah, yeah,” she said, zipping up her bag to stop it all falling out immediately, “We’re good. So, you’ll get me the Slurpee after, yeah?” Connor opened his mouth to reply, but stopped when she shoved a collection of maths papers to his chest, “I need this by Tuesday next week, okay? Cool. Let’s go!” 

The front door to Mr Pete’s house, which they had definitely left open, was locked again when Carson tried it this time, and Techno reluctantly fished around in his hoodie for the keys again. It had rained since leaving Toxxic’s house, and so all of them were left slightly damp from their lack of umbrellas or rain coats, and so the house and its surroundings were wet from the rain too, staining the dark wood darker and the thick foliage deeper, too. 

Ted had the bravery to look through the window to the living room, Connor had the decency to close the gate behind them, and Toxxic stood on the porch with Techno and Carson, eager to get inside.  
Schlatt was the only one left behind in the once-lawn, looking up at the second story window with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness making a vicious cocktail in his stomach. 

Finally, with a lurch, Techno managed to get the door open. 

Inside wasn't much better - with the damaged roof the inside had taken on a musty and bitter kind of smell, lingering in their clothes and in their hair like an unwanted embrace. Techno made straight for the stairs, following his way through the house like a fox would when hunting a rabbit, and all but Toxxic reluctantly followed. Toxxic herself took some time to look about the house, seeing as it was new territory for her, and Schlatt trailed behind her and watched as she touched the lilac wallpaper and scuffed her trainers against the bare floorboards. All of a sudden, she turned to him.

“This house has a basement, right?”

He blinked at her. “Yeah?” 

“Can I go down there?” 

“Techno said that it’s flooded.”

She pulled a face. “Oh,” She said, disappointed, “I just think that would be the best place to do a ritual - other than the attic.”

With that, she hurried to find the others, and Schlatt hurried to not be left alone. Something behind him made his hair stand on end and his back sweat, and he didn't want to wait around to find out what. 

Upstairs, Techno was already pulling the two doors at the end of the hallway open, with Carson, Connor and Ted all hovering around the landing and watching him go. Toxxic breezed past them, pulling her packet of chalk from her bag and sliding past Techno into one of the rooms.

“Yes, this one will do nicely,” she said, “and not too much mould! It should be fine here, guys.”

Remarkably, Schlatt didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable up there when Techno was already at the end of the hallway, and even so he felt glued to the spot. Carson and Connor moved on without a problem, even if Connor did look like he was about to pass out, but Ted stood just beside Schlatt and looked at him, concerned. 

“Dude, you alright?”

“I’m, uh,” Schlatt mumbled, “I’m cool.”

He forced himself to move forward, going down the hallway towards the light at the end. Why did they always come here just before it got dark? 

Inside the room that he had never seen before Toxxic was already setting up a wonky circle of chalk in the middle of it, and Connor was helping her set up her candles, putting them randomly around the circle and lighting them. Techno stood off to the side, looking out the window that showed the neighbour’s lawn through the trees. Carson watched Toxxic move, and Ted started nudging at her salt circle. 

Eventually, she announced it was ready, and they all sat down on the worn looking floor. 

“Not gonna lie, guys,” She said, holding her arms out in front of her, “This is my first ghost-communication. I've practiced lots! Just not in an actual maybe haunted house. So! Everyone hold hands.”

Techno looked bored, Connor looked determined, and Carson just looked happy to be holding hands with either Toxxic or Ted, but it was hard to tell who. Schlatt limply held Ted and Techno’s hands, more than aware of how sweaty his palms were. He just hoped that it didn't become too obvious through his hoodie, or else he might not ever speak to these people again, he decided, he’d have to move town. 

“Okay, I’m not speaking in Latin but this should hopefully work” She breathed, “Here goes!” 

The thing in the secret room listened intently through the drywall. 

“In the name of ourselves and our others, I am witness to allow you access to a physical form. Whoever or whatever resides in these walls and floors, I bid you come forth and reveal yourself to us, and allow us to communicate with you peacefully, respectfully, and honestly.”

There was a pause, and the thing in the wall listened intently. 

“This is bullshit,” He could hear the tall one in red whisper to himself. 

“Shut up,” The tall one in white said.

“Spirit, please come forward,” she asked, sounding more annoyed.

The thing in the wall had to fight back a laugh.

There was a moment of quiet.

“Nothing’s happening,” the blonde with the glasses complained, “I thought Schlatt would be screaming by now.”

“Fuck you, Carson.”

“Wait what’s that?” 

None of the others spoke. The thing in the wall could only hear its own breathing.

“Someone’s breathing really heavily,” the one in red said again. 

“Oh, sorry, that’s me-”

“No, Schlatt, that’s not you.”

The thing in the wall tried to draw back from the wall, but hit its head on a low beam.

“Ow.”

“What the fuck?” 

The wall thunked.

“Ow,” said the wall.

“What the fuck?” Connor asked, his head snapping behind him to look at the wall.

“Uh,” Said the wall. 

“Spirit! Are you trapped in the wall?”

“No?” It asked, voice small.

Techno got up and walked over to the wall. The room was much the same as the one Schlatt had looked in last time, albeit a little larger and containing a chest of draws without any of the draws actually inside it still, roughly waist height. Upon closer inspection, Techno could see that the chest of draws had been pulled out a little.

“There’s a fucking hatch,” he said, scowling at it, “Schlatt! Come over here, you're small.” 

“What the fuck, Techno?”

“Um, no,” Said the wall, “There’s no hatch. There’s nothing there.” 

Toxxic looked upset, putting out her candles, while the other guys hovered around the hatch and Schlatt, pulling him over to it. The hatch was probably two-foot-tall by one foot wide - easily missed since it was the exact same colour as the walls, and Schlatt dreaded the cobwebs and mould and whoever that was without a doubt there. 

But actually, when the little hatch was pulled free of its frame, the insides were lit up with a torch, and what looked like a picnic blanket was draped across a few exposed beams and the floor. Schlatt, despite his unimpressive height, still had to go through sideways into the little crawlspace. 

At the other side of the space, a kid no older than ten sat with his knees to his chest and with half of his body swallowed up by an oversized pink hoodie. A mask with a drawn face and red eyes laid limply at his side, and the kid’s face looked much the same way, with red, tear stained eyes and an upset look on his face.

“Uh- “

“Please don’t tell my dad,” the kid said, voice small, “he thinks I’m with Junkie, he doesn’t know I go here.”

Schlatt blinked at him. “Why _do _you go here?” He had to ask.

“It’s away. You know. There’s usually no one else here.”

The kid wiped at his eyes, and Schlatt couldn’t stay mad, not when there was a face as upset and meagre as that behind the horrible mask. “Hey, you’re alright,” he said in what he hoped was a soothing voice, “look, we won’t tell your family that you’re here. We just don’t want you hanging out in this old place. It could fall apart at any minute, you know, and with all the mould problems you could get sick pretty easily.”

The kid wiped his eyes with his sleeve, then his runny nose, and then reached for Schlatt’s hand. Gently, so as not to whack his head on the door frame, he went out with the kid in tow.

Somehow, the kid was the same height as Schlatt. 

“What’s your name, honey?” Toxxic asked, eyeing his mask and his crying face.

“Ty,” He said, barely audible.

“And how old are you?”

“Ten.”

Carson eyed his mask, and Connor just looked done with the whole situation, leaning back against one of the walls like he was trying to get to sleep but still wanted to watch how this was going to play out.

“Well Ty,” she continued, “I don't think it’s a great idea to hang out here anymore, okay? Like I heard Schlatt say, this house isn't the safest of places.”

He sniffed again, “Okay,” he said, “Okay, I’ll go home.” 

Then he did, leaving the room with his picnic blanket, torch and mask in tow, and left the other six upstairs to help Toxxic pack away her things. 

“I was so looking forward to an actual haunting,” she sighed, “But I guess it’s better for you that it’s not actually a ghost, huh?”

Connor made a noise of agreement, and Techno nodded his head. 

“So Schlatt,” Techno said, “You owe me at least seven Slurpee’s.”

“I, no, wait-”

“You owe me one too, Connor!” 

Ted held back a laugh, “Since when did Slurpee’s become our main bargaining technique?” 

Carson made his way into the hallway, the rest of them following him and chatting as they did, until eventually they made their way into the front garden. It was still without a doubt a creepy house, standing tall and broken and covered in weeds, but with the knowledge of there being nothing inside, Schlatt could finally relax and look up at it without fear. Connor stood beside him, with Techno and the others struggling to open the gate again, and then turned to Schlatt.

“Do you want to come over? I’ve got Smash Bros Ultimate?” 

“Your mom won't mind?”

Connor shrugged, “She’s out. Her job is pretty full time, and now that I’m older she’s available to go on business trips and stuff.”

“Dude, mine’s the same. She’s in New York right now.”

Techno swore, the gate squealed, and finally the six of them were able to go.

“Even if there wasn't a ghost,” Toxxic said, “Thanks for letting me hang out with you guys!” 

“I’ll get the Slurpee for tomorrow, yeah?” 

“Sure! Thanks, Connor.” 

With that, the rest of them gave their goodbyes, with Carson and Ted immediately heading up the road, and with Techno giving them a half wave and half smile before disappearing down the path on the other side of the cul de sac. Connor and Schlatt waved at the two separate groups, and then with one last look at Mr Pete’s old house, they made their way over to Connor’s and left the whole episode behind them.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Thank you guys for reading! I uploaded the first chapter last night with some issues, so hopefully it's all sorted out now. This is the last part in the 'You may not rest now' series :)  
This is NOT a romantic or shipping fic. Please don't assume that it is one.
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